At work in the Hospice. Beautifuls sunny day. Azaleas out. Daffodils. Bright geen grass. No one who is a patient here is afraid of Covid 19. At least not for themselves. One man sadly told me how he had given away all his Charles Trywett shirts, many still unopened in the cellophane packs with cardboard under collar. With another seated at same table we talked about the superior quality of Marks and Spencer shirts.
Then I bumped off down the coridoor with my trolley.
The River Files 